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R40431 1 Young Phaon Young Phaon Young Phaon WHat art thou fled unto thy Bed / Of Earth for want of me, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 26 Strephons Complaint / For the Death of his DAPHNE. / Or, An Excellent new Copy of Verses, Sung at Winchester the 24th / day of September, 1684. by a Lady of Honour, named E.G. Strephon's Complaint For the Death of his DAPHNE. Or, An Excellent new Copy of Verses, Sung at Winchester the 24th day of September, 1684 by a Lady of Honor, named E.G. G., E. ?-? Absalon Chamberlain

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WHat art thou fled unto thy Bed Of Earth for want of me, I'll follow strait, for life I hate, When I do think on thee. Within thy Grave a room i'll have, And buried will I lye, Thou didst complain for me in vain, Oh! wretched hapless I. Whilst here I live, no thanks I'll give To fortune so unkind, Who took my Dear, and left me here, Perplexed in my mind, I will away e're long I say, My Daphne I will follow, I'm tost and hurl'd about the World, Oh grave poor Strephon swallow. Unhappy I assuredly Did break her tender heart, And for her sake mine soon shall break, This World and I must part. Then none will blame poor Strephons name, When of it they do hear, They'll say he dy'd unpacifi'd, And troubled for his dear. Upon my Hearse write some Love Verse, You that do stay behind, Let not my name be much to blame, Although I was unkind But after death had stopt her breath I heard thereof to late, And I poor soul for her condoul Cursing my rigid fate. Where she is gone i'll be anon And wait upon her there, Since while she liv'd for me she griev'd, Amends ile make and pay her. She shall not let me be in debt For one poor dramm of sorrow, And whilst I live large use ile give If sighs and tears I borrow.
I'll cease complaint methinks I faint, So pleasant's my disease, Without being sick if death be quick From hence my soul she flies. Into the Bay which Poets say Doth Lovers entertain, With her to be from torments free And strangers unto pain. When there she spies my blubber'd eyes With weeping swell'd and red, She'll laugh and cry assuredly My loving shepherds dead. Then come to me, thy Loyalty I plainly now discover; For thee I moan'd, I sigh'd, and groan'd, Thou matchless constant Lover. Now thou shalt blame me for the same Which brought us to our ends, Ten thousand foes in vain oppose, Who seek to part us friends. Death never could, though thought he should, Keep our poor Souls asunder, This sudden change to some was strange, To us it's now no wonder. Then take a kiss, and taste that bliss, That none but Lovers know, Whilst we did breathe i'th' World beneath We never could do so. And palefac'd Death, who stopt our breath, Our joys hath but increas'd, 'Twas but a dream to us did seem, Joy e're we were deceas'd. In constancy ne're fear to dye, You broken-hearted Lovers, This very day shan't pass away, But new fresh joys discovers. To all that came to Elizium, And dye of our disease, Shall ever find content of mind, And such like joys as these.
LONDON, Printed for Absalon Chamberlain, in Red Bull Play-house-yard, over against the Pound in St. John-street, 1684.